Founder's Canon
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ou know I’d get rid of you if I could.
But I can’t seem to get rid of you,
Like you got rid of me.
So I take my hands off your neck,
And stop choking you.
As I let you go,
In my mind,
You die.
I’ve finally gotten rid of you.
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